Yue Buqun: I'm already cultivating immortality, why would I still want to be the leader?

It is said that the force passes through the body.

Boom.

The whole person slammed heavily into the window of the compartment.

Almost at the same time.

The exit was blocked before the wound was healed.

Lekong and Lefan didn't say anything else and rushed in as quickly as possible.

Violent noises were heard from inside one after another.

"Arhat Fist?"

"Dharma's inner strength?"

"You are enlightened! Asshole!"

……

The roars continued.

Finally, the wall exploded with a loud bang.

A bloody figure crashed into the wall.

He said he hit the wall, but in fact he fell down.

He was knocked out with heavy force.

The thief couldn't struggle much.

Just passed out.

Several secret books also fell from his arms.

Lejie walked forward, lifted the black scarf, and revealed Lewu's face.

His face couldn't help but darken.

Liaowu is their junior fellow disciple, a younger disciple of the Liao generation.

Although he practiced diligently, he was ultimately unable to inherit the top-level magical skills due to his lack of talent.

"I didn't expect that."

When Lejie saw the deceased's appearance, he immediately shook his head.

At the same time, I also feel a lot of self-blame.

"It's really the thief inside."

Liaokong also sorted out his thoughts.

They had previously wondered why the book thief was able to obtain the secret skills so accurately.

Therefore, we have been investigating secretly, maintaining a relaxed attitude on the outside but tight on the inside.

So set up a confusing formation.

The fish finally took the bait.

"Just as we guessed."

Liao Fan then murmured, "But it seems to be going too smoothly."

This was just a doubt in his heart.

There isn't much recognition.

Because the deceased was a master of Shaolin.

What he stole were several top-notch secret books.

“This is enlightenment.”

"Hey, there are plum blossoms on him. It seems he is also a member of the Plum Blossom Thieves."

Xin Jian, who arrived late, looked at it for a long time and couldn't help but suggest: "Hey, this involves Shaolin's thousand-year reputation, so it's better not to defend it."

"Master Xinjian is right."

"No matter what, Liaowu is still our junior fellow apprentice."

"Let all the monks leave."

……

Xinjian's words won Sanle's support.

The matter was handled coldly.

a long time.

The imprisoned Xinjian was secretly brought to the dense forest under the cliff in the back mountain.

The mountain wind is howling here.

The woods are dark and dense.

Snakes, insects and wild animals occasionally appear.

Don’t even think about having a monk come to this place.

Even birds rarely fly to such a dangerous place.

"it's me."

"Come out."

The heart calls out.

Bai Xiaosheng walked out from behind a big tree.

He looked unhappy and asked, "Didn't you deal with Wu?"

"Why deal with it?"

"He is my junior brother's only disciple."

Xinjian asked back.

Realization is the beloved disciple of the mind.

After his beloved pet died in battle, less and less attention was paid to Liaowu's situation.

Only Xinjian would occasionally show concern for him and give him some advice on martial arts, pretending to be his uncle.

Over time, Xinjian became the only person Wu could trust.

"Keeping him around will always be a hidden danger."

Bai Xiaosheng was very unhappy.

He came here to steal scriptures, not to break up with Shaolin.

"He won't betray us."

Xinjian shook his head.

Realization is an excellent tool.

He had no help in Shaolin Temple, so naturally he was reluctant to give up such an obedient tool.

"He was just a pawn we used to get out."

"Don't be emotional."

Bai Xiaosheng reminded him: "Don't forget, you are a Qiqiao scholar."

Xinjian's face turned cold.

Xinjian was a latecomer, his original name was Dan E.

decades ago.

He is a famous master of poison in the world.

His fame is even greater than that of the Five Poisons Patriarch who founded his own school.

Moreover, he was elegant, well-educated, and proficient in many skills such as astronomy, geography, disguise and physiognomy. Therefore, he was called "Seven-Skilled Scholar" by people in the world.

But he offended someone he shouldn't have offended back then.

In addition, due to certain stimulation, he became a disciple of Shaolin Temple.

If Bai Xiaosheng had not known his identity and the secret of his escape from the world, he would not have helped Bai Xiaosheng steal the secret book last time.

There would be no such sacrifice and enlightenment, and no self-exoneration.

silence.

Xinjian chose to remain silent.

"Just an epiphany."

"Not worth it."

Bai Xiaosheng just looked at Xinjian like that.

"You want to kill him?"

Xinjian's heart sank.

Although I pretend to be friendly, cats and dogs will develop feelings for each other over time.

Not to mention that he was so obedient and well-behaved.

So Xinjian also has some feelings for Liaowu.

"Leave it to me."

"You should actively discuss Buddhism with Sanle or other senior monks these days."

Seeing this, Bai Xiaosheng said directly: "To do big things, you have to be ruthless. Stop being so fussy."

"Amitabha."

Xinjian chanted a Buddhist name.

It’s confirmed.

Bai Xiaosheng asked casually, "By the way, where is the seventh-level Pure Yang Boy's Kung Fu?"

"Do you think that thing will be placed in the Sutra Library?"

An uncontrollable sneer appeared on Xinjian's lips.

Ever since Cao Zhengchun was promoted to Grand Master with Tiangang Boy's Kung Fu, and Liaojie was promoted to Grand Master with Chunyang Boy's Kung Fu.

The world of martial arts has regained its curiosity and enthusiasm for this martial art.

Bai Xiaosheng is one of them.

"No."

Bai Xiaosheng looked at Xinjian and reminded him, "But you are the uncle who settled the matter."

"Yes."

"I'm still your uncle."

Xinjian's tone was full of self-mockery.

His status in Shaolin Temple has never been high.

Now, not to mention his status, his martial arts have been completely surpassed by San Le.

The right to speak in Shaolin Temple is even more dispensable.

"That's all."

"No Grandmaster is easy to mess with."

Bai Xiaosheng was helpless.

Naturally, he didn't want to practice Chunyang Boy's Kung Fu or Tiangang Boy's Kung Fu.